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Chapter 73
Jane DoeIn This Chapter: Azrael: God of the Wolves. Orion: God of the Mages. Draco: God of the Lycans. Casimir: God of Trickery. Drefan: God of Madness. Kiara: Goddess of Fate. Aranea: Goddess of Arachnids. *Side Note* - I apologize for the delay! I have family visiting for the holiday, so it's slowed my writing a bit.
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Blakely Oh Gods. All I could think about as I raced across the ballroom, towards the glittering doors that were my only salvation, was the fact that I’d intentionally slammed into a Goddess. Not just any Goddess, though. No, the fucking Goddess of arachnids. Did I mention I hated spiders? Fuck. A shudder rolled down my spine at the sound of Aranea’s voice, her shrill screech as she scrambled back from the clumsy mortal that dared plow her down. “You wretched girl! Do not run away from me!” Like I was going to stay and chat? Hah, no thanks! My hands were so clammy that they slipped off the curved handle as I yanked the door open. I couldn’t wait for Draco to catch up, not when I had an angry Goddess wailing at my back. I clenched the small object I’d fished from her glass in my hand, not daring to open it until the castle doors clicked shut behind me. Releasing a sigh that was short-lived when I realized I was utterly alone, I unfurled my fingers and frowned. It
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Blakely “You may ask us one question each,” The first twin grinned, rocking back on his heels. The second snickered, “Best of luck.” I chewed the inside of my cheek. There were several ways I could go about this, but what if I were wrong? Worst case scenario, I had a fifty-fifty chance of getting it right, but did I really want to risk my life on a guess? “What if I don’t want to choose? Uh, wait. Actually, don’t answer that. That’s not one of my two questions.” Smooth, Blakely. Real smooth. Both twin’s shared a look of utter confusion, as though I were an idiot for asking such a thing. Following through on a hunch, I turned around. Sure enough, the door I’d entered through had vanished. Well, at least the murderous woman chasing me down couldn’t get in. Either way, I was left with no other choice but to play along. Tapping my foot, I silently juggled all the questions I could ask them. Could it be as simple as asking which door was safe? No, that wouldn’t work. Emmett, God of
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Orion “Let me in, Orion. Let. Me. In.” Upon hearing the voice in the flames whisper my name. Upon seeing it control the shadows, willing them to coalesce into a human form, I did the only reasonable thing. I ran. It wasn’t my finest moment, but I’d be lying if I said it’s voice didn’t strike fear into my very heart. Years and years the truth of what I’d done to my brother devoured me, tormented me just as this terrible voice had. The halls of the tunnel twisted and turned, branching off into thick darkness before plunging me back into the crackling light of the fiery torches. All the while I could hear that voice whispering, as though it were hovering over my shoulder. It sang my name. Sang the names of my brothers, and even poison herself. Minutes ticked by as I ran. I slowed, scanning the arched tunnel for any sign of writhing shadows. Choosing a patch of crumbling wall, I pushed my magic into the brick, willing it to fall beneath my hand. The castle seemed to reach back in r
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Draco As I watched Orion sprint after Blakely, I prayed to Lunette I didn’t make a huge mistake in letting him go. Our mate could handle herself, but that didn’t mean I’d allow him to hurt her again and again. Something would have to be done if he didn’t stop punishing himself for what happened with Genevieve. Clenching my jaw, I turned back to the dance floor where Rosalind and Azrael swayed within the sea of twirling bodies. Bands of iridescent magic oozed from the goddess whose hair had turned a deep shade of blue. As I carved through the throng of dancers, I realized her features were shifting to that of Blakely. For that alone, she was lucky I did not tear her limb from limb. Azrael continued to hold her in his arms, his eyes lit with desire, obsession, and a thin sheen of magic. I was now close enough that I could hear Rosalind’s voice above the symphony. What she said made me pause. “All of us Gods know that the tide is turning, that something big is happening. So many of
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Blakely I should’ve spun on my heel and told Orion to dance with himself, but it was hard to formulate the words when faced with the soft tilt of his lips, and the almost vulnerable light shimmering in his pale eyes. Beauty like that would make any woman weak, I told myself. I reached for his hand, willing myself not to tremble. Instead of acid, nervousness seized my throat. The heat of his fingers against my lower back penetrated my gown. I could feel every movement. Every twitch. His heart, level with my face, thundered heavily. As though the castle could anticipate our needs, music began to trickle from all corners of the ballroom. There was the smooth cadence of a violin, followed by the deep croon of a cello. Each note was overlayed with the unique melody of instruments found only in the godly realm, creating a sort of music that was both mortal and immortal combined. It felt fitting, given the circumstances. I couldn’t catch my breath. Not when Orion gently spun me on my f
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Blakely I held back my own self-loathing, swallowing it down where it writhed in my chest like an angry serpent. “Since the night I dosed Orion with Hemlock’s nectar.” Orion stepped away from the wall, towards Azrael whose stare remained fixated on me, fractured with betrayal and hurt. Every part of me wanted to look away in shame, but I couldn’t. I had to face the consequences of my decision. “Az,” Orion said in a voice like steel. “This isn’t her fault. If you’re going to cast blame, cast it on me. I—I listened to the voice. It poured poison in my ears and I listened. It said it would tell me where Lunette was if I sent you to Bargainer’s Bay.” Azrael turned to where Orion stood. The threads of moonlight flickering and waning from where they writhed between his fingers. “It lied to me.” Orion rasped, “It didn’t tell me where she was, just as it didn’t tell me what it planned on doing to you. I didn’t know, brother. I’m so fucking sorry. I’ve regretted it every day. Every single
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Blakely No one said a word as we scurried down the network of halls, throwing doors open at random in hopes one would lead back to the main ballroom. Well, no one except for Azrael. Apparently, even on his death bed he couldn’t resist making jokes. “On the bright side, you’ll finally kill me this time around, Orion. Second times the charm and all that, right?” “Shut up,” Orion snarled in response. “I never wanted you dead, you fool. I thought I was doing the right thing.” Azrael, who was slung halfway over Draco’s shoulder, scoffed. “When I’m out of the picture, you and the little wolf will have to keep secrets from Draco instead.” I couldn’t help it, I flinched. His expression, even marred with pain, softened. “Little wolf—” “No.” I held up a hand, the harsh tone of my voice startling me a bit. “We’ll talk after we find a cure.” He felt guilty for hurting my feelings, I could see it written across his face, but what did my feelings matter when I’d made the choice to keep th
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Blakely “You did what?!” Draco at least had the care to wince at my shrill tone. Azrael on the other hand flashed me a smile that dripped with pride. “We had no choice, tiny goddess. Drefan had an entire room full of phoenix flame. Enough to level a city of innocent people. Killing him and destroying the phoenix flame in the process was our only option.” I shared a look with Orion, which was odd considering it seemed like we were on the same page for once. Neither of us knew what to do with the information Draco and Azrael had sprung on us not even fifty feet from the castle’s entrance. I slumped into the carriages seat with a huff. “Casimir isn’t going to take the news of his brother’s death well, is he?” Draco shook his head. Despite his pale face and the blood-soaked bandages wrapped around his torso, Azrael’s lips tipped up in a crooked grin. “He’ll likely want revenge.” “That’s great,” I muttered. “Let’s make sure you live long enough to see it.” Peeling the mask off my f
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